It tears through me, <br />breaking the lines within. <br />It rips into me, <br />cutting the bars underneath. <br />It flows from me, <br />keeping the pain in place. <br />It is me, <br />making the truth all to fake.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-8/
